Backwoods Pennsylvania nothing but
Black tree silhouetted skeletons against
Dark gray sky with pale remnants
Of sunset hanging on in the western distance
Flying through rolling hills flashing
Highway signs rushing by in shades of green
Music reverberating through the car blurring
The lines of rain that empty the sky
Onto the black and yellow paved roads
“Some Nights” we stay up racing back to the city
Downtown lights slowing after endless black
Hills sailing over the bridge and needing
A new tank of gas.
Don’t worry, the trees won’t be skeletons much longer.
I’m enjoying your poetry. I nominated you for the Liebster Award. Congratulations! You can get the details on it at http://genesmusings.wordpress.com/2013/04/14/wow-i-was-nominated-liebster-award/
Thank you so much! I haven’t had a chance to publish my response post yet, but I’m working on it!